Circling to land,
All the tiny Charlotte houses
Coil in comforting precision
Amid tree-lined pockets of the city,
Identical dark crowns, white siding, swimming pools
Two-storied and essentially agreed upon,
Cul-de-sacs of ordered wealth
Severely gated, secure from ground inspection
But blandly desolate from above
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